Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
It feels snug.
“Sweet little cunt,” Mex murmurs into my ear. “Hungry for me.”
He has no idea just how much.
Sliding his finger in and out, his cock pushes against my back as the pleasure builds. It’s not so much the workings of his finger as it is the situation I’m currently in. It turns me on in a way I’ve never been turned on before, and I’m desperate to experience more, yet at the same time I want this to slow down so I can enjoy every, aching second.
Fury watches my face as Mex fucks me with his fingers. His other hand slides up beneath my shirt, pushing my bra up so he can pinch my nipple between his rough fingers. Gasping, I moan as the sensations filling me.
“You know what to do,” Mex orders Fury.
Without hesitation, Fury is on his knees in front of me. He shoves my legs apart, just a little, so he can move in beside Mex’s hand, then, he doesn’t hold back as he buries his face between my legs, his tongue gliding out over my clit. I cry out, the shock of sensations almost too overwhelming for me to handle. My legs wobbly, Fury’s arm goes around my bottom to hold me upright as he sucks my clit into his mouth. Mex still has his hand down between my legs, his fingers buried deep, and he’s rolling my nipple in his other hand.
“Oh god,” I cry out, unable to stop the gasps of pleasure from escaping my lips. “I’m going to cum.”
Mex growls a curse into my ear and Fury lashes my clit until I can’t hold back any longer. I cum with a scream of pleasure and my knees buckle. I don’t fall, though. No, I’m being held up by two men that are still consuming my body until they’re satisfied that every last shudder has been ripped from me. Only then do they release me. Fury, still kneeling in front of me, looks up and oh, he’s fantastic.
That tongue is wicked.
Mex runs his lips over my neck, shocking me. It feels almost passionate, the way he grazes my neck. I shiver as he lifts my shirt over my head before releasing my bra. Then, and only then, does he fully step away. I feel empty without their masculinity surrounding me. Not taking my eyes off Fury, I watch as he removes his clothes, exposing inch by beautiful inch of hard, tattooed flesh.
When his cock springs free, my eyes fall to it. It isn’t as big as Mex’s in length, but the girth is fantastic and it’s quite possibly the most attractive cock I’ve ever seen. Perfectly balanced in every way, soft and hard, I can’t wait to feel it inside me. Behind me, Mex presses his hard dick against my bottom as he nudges me toward the bed. I go willingly, ready to take the lead.
“Get on your knees and put Fury’s cock in your mouth,” Mex orders.
I do as he asks, crawling onto the bed and positioning myself on my hands and knees. Fury steps up to the bed, and his cock is the perfect height for my mouth. I reach for him, curling my fingers around his hard dick as my eyes move to Mex. He’s watching me, his hand stroking over his cock as I slowly lower my mouth. Parting my lips, I take Fury in, slowly lowering my mouth down until I’m fully engulfing him.
I forgot to tell them my little party trick.
I’m a deep throater.
I’m a person with a gag reflex that doesn’t know how to work. I’ve never been able to make myself vomit, and that means that I can slide a dick into my mouth and throat with ease. I make sure my eyes don’t leave Mex as I release Fury from my mouth before taking him in again. His growl tells me he very much likes what I’m giving him, so I continue, taking his balls in my hand and cupping them as I suck, devouring every delicious inch of him.
“Fuck,” Fury grinds out, his body tight as he reaches down, tangling his hands in my hair and moving my mouth faster.
“Slow down,” Mex orders. “We’re not done yet.”
Fury jerks his cock from my mouth, panting as he takes a step back. “You fuckin’ suck better than any woman I’ve ever met.”
Mex shoots him a look, but I’m not sure what that look means. If I were to guess, I would say it was a little ... jealous? No, I must be wrong. Mex can’t stand me, and he’s made that abundantly clear. I’m not good at reading people anyway, not when it comes to emotions at least.
Mex moves to a bedside table, pulling out two condoms. Tossing one at Fury, he walks toward the bed, sitting on the edge of it. “Get on my lap.”